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you'll go after them
and do the same.
- Sir, you?
Stay calm.
Everyone will do their job.
Sit.
Burak.
Burak!
Yes, sir.
Bring your friend something to eat.
Where the hell is
your cartridge belt?
F*** off!
Yes, sir.
Where are you from?
My family is from Kozan
but I was born in Ankara, sir.
I live in Istanbul.
Did you swear a lot
when you drew this place?
You have no idea.
Your biggest enemy is boredom.
Have them send you books.
Nothing too liberal, but I'll
approve almost anything.
- What did you study?
- History, sir.
But I can work at anything.
A German, an Italian, and
a Turk were staying in a hotel.
In each of their rooms
was a foxy French maid
and a pile of ironing.
The German,
went into the room,
did the ironing,
then slept with the maid.
Then he said with pride,
"For us, work comes before love."
The Italian did the opposite,
first slept with her,
then did the ironing.
"First we make love, then we work,"
he said proudly.
Then it was our guy's turn.
He took the maid from behind
and made her do the ironing.
"Those who work get f***ed" he said.
A hundred meters!
Ouz.
Take aim!
Hold your breath!
Get ready, gentlemen!
Bekir. Stay calm.
- Run in zigzags, ok?
- Yes, sir.
Kemal!
We're ready, sir!
Come on!
Run, run!
Run, don't stop!
Bekir, run!
Take shelter now!
Run! Don't stop, run!
- Get ready.
- Sir, I'll carry you.
I'll carry you, sir.
What kind of a short-termer
are you anyway?
No.
Take my gun. Not me.
Ouz...
Don't die, Ouz.
Don't die.
Go on, run, run!
Run!
Son of a b*tch!
Run, run! Don't stop!
Towards the snow.
Sniper!
One dies, a thousand resurrect!
Ouz!
Ouz!
Where is Sergeant Kemal?
Speak, man!
We have to go.
You loser, speak already,
where is the sergeant?
They're dead.
What do you mean, they're dead?
What are you saying, man?
They're dead.
The Lieutenant was shot
one more time in the hut.
And Sergeant Kemal
was shot a sniper...
Sons of b*tches!
- Sons of b*tches!
- We have to go, Bekir.
Mountain. This is Crimea. Come in.
Mountain. This is Crimea. Come in.
Crimea! We're here, Crimea!
Password.
Nine hundred and twenty-three.
Nine hundred and
twenty-three, Crimea!
Mountain, situation report.
Lieutenant Yaar have been shot.
Are they alive?
No, sir.
Mountain, the situa...
than we thought... have to...
You're breaking up.
Repeat, Crimea.
You... the f*** out... are coming.
We can't read you, sir.
Please repeat.
Go up to...
immediately... and we'll...
Repeat, Crimea!
Repeat, Crimea!
- Now we're f***ed!
- Wait, stay calm.
Use your head, man! What are we
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